Diabetes Awareness

November is Diabetes Awareness Month. Here’s something I wrote on Facebook:

Diabetes is not just having to watch your diet. It’s not just limiting sweet stuff and sugary stuff (because everything you put in your mouth has sugar or turns to sugar). It’s not just having to test your blood sugar four or more times a day. It’s not just having to inject yourself with insulin four times a day. It’s not just the possibility of going blind. It’s not just the increased danger of cardio vascular disease. It’s not just having immune dysfunction. It’s not just a life expectancy that is fifteen years shorter than the average American. It’s not just increased medical costs. It’s not just being dependent on life saving medication for the rest of your life.  It’s not just…

It’s all of these things and so much more.

And here’s a link to an American Diabetes Association post about November and Diabetes Awareness.

 

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This Reminds Me Of Me

I was reading this blog yesterday and I really liked the idea so I thought I might take a further look at it and do something like it myself.  I am not sure that I will do the whole project but I will give it a go with the beginning post.  So keep reading to find the list of the things that remind me of who I really am, deep down beneath the years, the scars, the pain, the smiles and the laughter.  This is what I used to be like; what I used to like.

Socializing with everyone at school.

Belonging to a group.

Wearing high heeled shoes.

Makeup.  Green mascara and brown eye shadow.  Black eye liner.

Reading non-stop.

Writing stories.

Pleasing people.

Smiling.  I remember when my face had smiles on it more often than not.

Chocolate cake.

Banana splits.

Class field trips.

French class.

Tex-Mex music.

Being the first one on the dance floor and the last one off.

Sassy.

Listening to crickets.

Learning new things.

Creating things.

Going to the theater.

To Kill A Mockingbird.

Stopping at Winchell’s Donuts on the way home from babysitting.

Being someone’s favorite.

Yeah.  I remember the girl that used to be this one.  I’m wondering where she went.  She shows her face from time to time.  I miss her.  I want her back.

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